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I stared up at my stepbrother’s rim, sliding my hands along both sides like I was giving a double-handjob, easily slicked by condensation. He made a guttural sound of approval in response, so I squeezed tighter, curling my nails under the edge to drum in musical taps along the curve, as if I was teasing a cock.
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